The rain came suddenly, crashing down over Paris like it had been waiting to fall.
Hana stood under a glass awning outside the studio, soaked to the bone. She hadn't meant to stay so late—but her mind refused to stop sketching, and her heart refused to calm.
Behind her, footsteps.She didn't need to turn to know it was him.
Léon.
"Running from something?" he asked softly.
"From myself," she replied without hesitation.
He stepped closer. The heat of him clashed with the cold seeping through her dress. "You know, I tried not to like you."
She blinked up at him, rainwater clinging to her lashes. "Why?"
"Because you weren't just another girl. You were the girl. The one who makes a man reckless."
Lightning flashed, illuminating his face.
Then, silence.
Then…He kissed her.
Hard. Desperate. Like he knew it was wrong—but couldn't stop.
Hana didn't pull away.
Not at first.
But when she did—it was slow, breathless, her fingers trembling against his chest.
"I—I can't," she said, voice breaking. "Not when my heart is still somewhere else."
Léon's jaw clenched, but he nodded, stepping back. "I had to know. Just once."
They stood there, breathing the same damp air.Two souls with too many scars and not enough excuses.
Later that night, in her tiny apartment, Hana opened her messages.
[1 New Message: Mi-Ho]"You kissed someone, didn't you?"
She froze. How could he—?
Then a follow-up.
"It doesn't matter. I'll wait. Even if you choose someone else. I'll always wait."
Her phone slipped from her hand.
She had broken someone's heart. And it wasn't even the man she kissed.